One more

Lyla didn't eat or drink much yesterday, so at 4:00 AM when she woke up and requested milk and ee-ohs (Cheerios), I brought her downstairs. Once in her high chair, she sneezed messily and giggled.

After I mopped the snot off her face, I told her to cover her mouth and say excuse me and then demonstrated with a gigantic fake sneeze.

She looked at me expectantly. "More."

"Ah...ah...ah...CHOO! Excuse me."

"More."

I did it three more times, and Lyla cried when I said I was all done sneezing. And she really cried when I made her go back to bed.

Jen and Jason came over for dinner, and during much of the meal we took turns sneezing when Lyla commanded it. Then I gave her a bath and put her to bed.

It's exhausting. And we only have one child.


Houston, we have a problem.